I love this fic, mate. I think I've read it before, probably even told you all this already, but I have to say it again. I love the idea of Sam marching right into hell to get his brother back - it just proves that he's more like Dean than he thinks (or my Sam wants to admit, LMAO) - there's nothing he wouldn't do for his brother.

And here's hoping they do fix the Impala. The thought of living without the car is just-No. *G*

LMAO! Love the imagery here. I could so see Sam pulling something like this and dragging Dean's self sacraficing and self-depreciating a$$ back to the land of the living. Also love how Sam is just sitting on the porch all smug that he pulled his big brother's fat out of the fire... literally.